by Bob Walsh
So, this female Dallas P D cop gets home to her apartment after end of shift. She finds a strange man in her apartment. Things turn sideways and she shoots and kills him. Whoops. She is not in her apartment, she is in HIS apartment.
How does that happen? Unless you are really drunk or really stoned or dead on your feet tired how do you not go to your own apartment? How does your key work the other door? How do you not notice things like furnishing and décor are not right?
I am sure there is some sort of logical explanation for this massive visit from the fuck-up fairy, but I can not imagine what it is. I do know that this cop is likely to be both unemployed and in prison when this is all over unless she has a truly remarkable tale to tell.
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